PNB Chapter 134 : Chapter 134
Chapter 134 : Chapter 134
Chapter 134. Event Deduction
WHOOSH—!
An invisible wave of magic spread outward from him, sweeping across the entire experimental field in an instant.
The golden dust drifting in the air seemed to come alive, precisely sinking into the roots of every seedling.
In the next moment, the world changed in Logaris’s vision.
Those once ordinary seedlings were no longer plants in his eyes, but clusters of continuously extending and branching lines of causality.
This was one of the few divination-type spells Logaris had mastered—“Event Deduction.”
Logaris was not proficient in divining intelligent beings, but when it came to “objects,” he was exceptionally skilled.
“So this is your future?”
Logaris stopped in front of a particularly vigorous seedling, one that appeared the strongest.
In his eyes, although the causal lines extending from this plant were thick, their ends were dim and gray—this meant that while it grew quickly, the resulting yield would be unbearably bitter, even slightly toxic.
“Trash.”
Without expression, Logaris reached out, uprooted what Iowen considered the most promising “king seedling,” and casually tossed it onto the ridge.
“Hey! What are you doing?! That one was the best!” Iowen cried out and lunged forward to save it, only to be yanked back by Lilith, who grabbed him by the collar.
“Shut up and watch.” Although Lilith did not understand what madness her boss was displaying, she understood one thing very clearly—no matter how absurd it looked, he was always right in the end.
Logaris paid no attention to the commotion behind him.
He moved swiftly through the field, his actions as sharp as harvesting.
Pulled out.
Pulled out.
Pulled out again.
One by one, seedlings that Iowen considered full of promise were ruthlessly eliminated like weeds.
“This one has too low a yield. A waste of fertilizer.”
“This one tastes terrible. Even pigs would find it too hard.”
“This one is prone to pests. Its resistance is too poor.”
Muttering verdicts only he could comprehend, Logaris did not slow down in the slightest. In less than ten minutes, the once lush experimental field spanning several acres had been reduced to a sparse scattering of barely a dozen remaining plants.
The sheer devastation made Iowen’s heart bleed.
This was the result of days and nights of relentless effort—and now it was all destroyed?!
“Done.”
Logaris dusted the dirt from his hands and straightened up.
At this point, only three seedlings remained in the field. They looked utterly unremarkable—crooked, uneven, their leaves dull and lifeless.
“That is it? Just these three?” Iowen collapsed onto the ground, despair written all over his face. “They look malnourished! What can they even do? Boss, even if you do not understand agriculture, you cannot just ruin things like this!”
“Ruin?”
Logaris adjusted his glasses, the lenses flashing with a cold glint. He pointed at the three seemingly half-dead seedlings.
“The one on the left—according to the deduction, its root system can extend two meters underground, drawing deep water. Each tuber will exceed one kilogram, with a loose starch structure that melts in the mouth.”
“The one in the middle, though small, is the most perfect sugar-variant. Its sweetness will reach half that of sweet fruits.”
“As for the one on the right…” Logaris paused briefly. “That is a cold-resistance variant. Even in the harshest winter of Winter City, as long as it is not buried directly under snow, it will survive.”
He turned to look at Iowen, who was now completely stunned.
“The laws of nature require time for trial and error—for survival of the fittest. But I do not.”
Logaris pulled out a handkerchief and calmly wiped his fingers. “Because I have already seen the outcome. I merely pressed fast-forward on natural law and removed all the failures in advance.”
Iowen stood there with his mouth open, unable to speak.
“Stop staring blankly.”
Logaris walked up to him and looked down from above. “Although I have helped you skip the selection process, the remaining work is still yours.”
He pointed at the three surviving “chosen seedlings.”
“Use your elven growth magic. Spare no cost. Accelerate these three parent strains to maturity. I want to see them produce seeds within one month, then proceed to the next round of optimized hybridization.”
“One month?!” Iowen instinctively wanted to protest against this blatant violation of plant growth laws.
“As long as the resources are sufficient, nothing is impossible,” Logaris interrupted him. “Whatever fertilizer or mana crystal powder you need, make a list and get it from Lilith. If it helps them grow faster, I will approve it—even if you have to water them with the Fountain of Life.”
With that, Logaris pulled out a wrinkled blueprint from his pocket and stuffed it into Iowen’s arms.
“Also, this is the glass greenhouse design I promised you. If this batch of seeds can be mass-produced before the spring planting season after the new year, the building is yours. I can even install a temperature-controlled pool inside.”
Iowen, whose worldview had just been shattered, instantly snapped out of his daze upon hearing the words “greenhouse” and “pool.”
He hurriedly unfolded the blueprint. Looking at the fully glass-structured design—modern in aesthetics yet harmonious with nature—his throat moved involuntarily.
This… was this the corruption of capital?
It smelled absolutely wonderful.
“Boss, rest assured!” Iowen sprang to his feet, carefully tucking the blueprint close to his body, all signs of his previous despair gone. “Is it not just accelerated growth?! Forget one month—if the mana crystals are plentiful, I can have roasted sweet potatoes ready for you in twenty days!”
“Good.”
Logaris nodded in satisfaction.
There was no wall in this world that money could not break. If there was, it only meant the money was insufficient—or the method of spending it lacked style.
“Lilith, keep an eye on him.” Logaris turned and walked away. “If I do not see results in twenty days, bury him in the field as fertilizer. Elven corpses should make for excellent soil enrichment.”
“Understood, boss. No problem at all.”
Behind him came Lilith’s cheerful reply, along with Iowen’s trembling shout of “Mission guaranteed.”
Stepping out of the barrier surrounding the experimental field, the howling cold wind rushed back in.
Logaris tightened his collar.
The agricultural problem had, for now, been solved through a rather brute-force method. The cost was absurdly high, but for the Northern Territory at this stage, time was the most expensive luxury of all.
As long as they could build up food reserves before war broke out, what was a little money?